Douluo Continent on the tip of the tongue

"Good afternoon, excuse me, may I ask..."

After walking into the Food Association and looking inside, Qi Han quickly walked to the reception desk. He wanted to ask out loud if President Xuan Ye was there, but before he could explain his origin, the receptionist on duty was already quite confused.

He stood up excitedly.

"Hello, Boss Qi." The receptionist said with a warm smile on his face, "If you need any help, just ask."

If Mu Liufeng, who is upstairs discussing food tasting cooperation with Vice President Zhang, sees this scene, he will definitely be extremely depressed, because the receptionist was not so enthusiastic when he asked about it before.

"Uh... hello." Qi Han scratched his head, "May I ask if President Xuan Ye is here?"

"Your Majesty, Taotie?" The receptionist had a look of embarrassment on his face, "Does Boss Qi need to find him? You don't know something. Although Your Majesty is the president of the Food Association, he usually only attends the triennial food festival.

He will come forward to host it, so I’m afraid you have to go to Poseidon Pavilion to find him.”

"So that's it?" Qi Han finally understood and quickly said, "If that's the case, who is in charge of the Food Association now?"

"The Food Association is chaired by several vice-presidents in turn." The receptionist explained, "After all, our association does not have many daily affairs. We can only handle some disputes related to food, and we do not need too many manpower."

"Vice President Zhang Hengzhang is in charge of affairs during this period. He is discussing matters upstairs at the moment."

"Zhang Heng?" Qi Han frowned and thought for a moment, and soon the image of a middle-aged fat man appeared in his mind. He still had some impressions of the vice president, who was also a long-time customer of Hanshi.

"Then I'll talk to Vice President Zhang." Qi Han said, "Since he is discussing something, I'll wait here first."

"Okay, okay, then you sit here." The receptionist diligently brought a stool and poured a cup of tea for Qi Han, "I'll go and tell Vice President Zhang first, please wait a moment."

"Hey, no, no, no, no." Qi Han reached out to stop the other party, "Since Vice President Zhang is discussing things with other people, I'll just wait."

After all, he was very polite to ask for help from the Food Association.

"That's not possible." The receptionist chuckled, "Don't worry, Boss Qi, the cold food issue is the top priority of the Food Association, and Vice President Zhang will definitely not mind."

"This..." When the other party said this, Qi Han could no longer stop him. A grateful smile appeared on his face, "I'll trouble you."

"It's a small thing, not worth mentioning."

…

In Zhang Heng's office dedicated to the Food Association, Zhang Heng and Mu Liufeng were chatting happily.

"Mr. Mu, although I am in Shrek City, I will buy every issue of "Shijian" magazine." Zhang Heng touched his bulging belly with a friendly smile on his face, "This magazine

I like it very much, so I agree with your intention of coming."

"This is the honor of "Food Review"." Mu Liufeng had a big smile on his face. He did not expect that this time when he came to Shrek City, the negotiation with the Food Association would go so smoothly.

"Mr. Mu, you don't need to be so polite. My wife's hometown is Xingluo City. Speaking of which, we are half the same town..." Zhang Heng waved his hand, "Let's not talk about this anymore. Now we can confirm the relationship between the "Shijian" magazine and

Details of the cooperation with the Food Association."

"Of course there is no problem." Mu Liufeng nodded and was about to continue talking when there was a knock on the door suddenly outside the office.

"Huh?" Zhang Heng looked up at the wooden door of the office, with a bit of confusion on his face.

The receptionist should know that he is discussing something, so why is he still knocking on the door?

"Come in!"

"Squeak."

The door was opened, and the receptionist walked in with a somewhat apologetic face, "President Zhang, I'm sorry to disturb you..."

"Don't talk about this." Zhang Heng waved his hand, "Just talk about the matter."

"Okay." The receptionist had long known about Vice President Zhang Heng's straightforward character, and quickly informed Zhang Heng about Qi Han's visit.

"Huh?" Zhang Heng's face suddenly became a little more surprised, "Boss Qi is here?"

He is a long-time customer of Hanshi, and Hanshi matters are the most important to Shrek City Food Association, so after hearing the news of Qi Han's visit, his first reaction was to go and have a look.

However, when he turned around and saw Mu Liufeng beside him, Zhang Heng's face suddenly became a little troubled.

I haven't finished talking to Mr. Mu yet...

"President Zhang, let's talk to Boss Xiao Qi first." Seeing Zhang Heng's dilemma, Mu Liufeng chuckled and said, "I'll come back to discuss the details with President Zhang next time."

"That's not possible." Zhang Heng shook his head. He always handles matters today and finishes them today. "Xiao Li, go and invite Boss Qi over."

"Okay, President Zhang." Xiao Li, the receptionist, nodded and walked out of the office.

Then, Zhang Heng looked back at Mu Liufeng apologetically, "Mr. Mu, just sit here for a while. Let's continue after I finish talking with Boss Qi."

"It doesn't matter." Mu Liufeng hesitated for a moment and then said, "Can I listen on the side?"

He was also a little curious as to why Qi Han came to the Food Association.

"Hmm..." Zhang Heng pinched his chin, "I can ask Boss Qi for you. If he doesn't mind, that's no problem."

"Thank you very much." Mu Liufeng smiled and nodded.

…

"This is Boss Qi." Xiao Li walked beside Qi Han, guiding him towards Zhang Heng's office.

"Okay." Walking on the stairs, Qi Han still felt a little confused.

He didn't even take a few sips of tea while he was sitting down there. The receptionist trotted down and told him that President Zhang Heng had put aside what he was talking about and wanted to talk to him first.

The Food Association is so enthusiastic about itself.

Soon, Qi Han walked into Zhang Heng's office.

As soon as he entered it, his face became a little more surprised, "Editor Mu?"

The person who was discussing matters with Vice Chairman Zhang Heng just now turned out to be him?

Mu Liufeng didn't speak, just smiled and nodded, but Zhang Heng on the side took the initiative to speak, "Boss Qi, would you mind letting Mr. Mu listen in? If it's not convenient, we can go to the office next to us to talk."

"Uh... no need." After thinking about it, Qi Han felt that there was nothing inconvenient about what he was going to talk about next, so he said readily, "Maybe Mr. Mu can also help with this matter?"

"Oh?" Mu Liufeng was holding tea and sipping it quietly. When he heard this, he immediately put down the teacup, "What should I say?"

"That's it." Qi Han organized his words and then said, "I plan to teach how to cook egg fried rice in public."

The office suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

After a long while, Zhang Heng shook his head violently, as if he was about to wake up from a dream, "Boss Qi, my ears may have been ringing just now, and I didn't hear what you said clearly. How about you... say it again?"

Mu Liufeng on the other side silently picked up the teacup, wanting to take a sip of tea to calm down his shock, but as soon as he lifted it up, he found that his hand holding the teacup was shaking uncontrollably.

I must have had tinnitus just now, right?

"I said." Qi Han emphasized his tone a little more, "I want to publicly teach how to cook egg fried rice."

OK, no tinnitus.